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From Georgia's Southern mountains,
Potomac's either strand,
Where Carolina's fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many a lovely river,
From many a sunny plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
Shall we whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation, O Salvation,
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till all in every station
Shall learn Messiah's name.
What though fair freedom's breezes,
Blow softly o'er our land,
And each one as he pleases,
May worship with his hand.
And though with lavish kindness
The gospel's gifts are strown,
The negro in his blindness,
Is left to grope alone.
Ye masters tell his story,
And you ye heralds preach,
And to the slave his glory,
Let every Christian teach.
Till from our ransomed natures
The chains of bondage fall,
And Jesus, only Master,
Shall freely reign o'er all.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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AURELIA
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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1864
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 486 | No key | | # 160 | No key | | # 88 | D | | # 525 | D | | # 567 | D | | # 217 | Eb | | # 277 | Eb | | # 210 | Eb | | # 221 | Eb | | # 380 | Eb | | # 497 | Eb | | # 263 | Eb | | # 622 | Eb | | # 513 | Eb | | # 549 | Eb | | # 228 | Eb | | # 990 | Eb | | # 515 | Eb | | # 701 | Eb | | # 187 | Eb | | # 197 | Eb | | # 449 | Eb | | # 215 | Eb | | # 358 | Eb | | # 460 | Eb | | # 812 | No key |
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